And so it begins...

Here I am. I've tried Blogging before, but I usually give up on it after a few weeks. We'll see what happens, but I make no promises.

So, call me Sparky. I got the name from my sister. I find it suits me well: I spark up and fizzle out, my temper is legendary, and I'm told I can be hot and cold. I'm never the same way twice, which is both lucky and horribly unfortunate.

I'll try to be interesting. Again, no Promises. Promises, at least in recent days, are far too easily broken. In any case, I suppose I should begin.

I'm feeling a bit reflective at the moment, obviously, or I wouldn't be writing this. I'm thinking about people, especially one boy, Todd. He has been teaching in England for the past 2 months, and wasn't supposed to be coming back until December. Now, he's thinking about coming home next week. I'm not ready for that! I had plans to tone up, lose some weight and at least be dating someone else by the time he came back. I'll explaine more about him once I get chance, since he'll more than likely come up often.

Also, I'm thinking about poetry. I have a "Reading Journal" due in that class on Wednesday. I've been reading a bit, but I prefer lyrics. I'm not usually one to sit down and listen to a full CD, but tonight I did. Melissa Ethridge's "Your Little Secret". It's made me think about how her works run into eachother, how universal they are, and how much I relate to her songs. There are only a few artists I can feel that with, and usually that's in ONE song.

What else? I'm thinking about whether or not I've changed over the last year. You can't really help me there... I did keep a journal then, but I didn't publish it. I don't think I've changed that much. I think I've gotten harder, grown up somewhat more in the last few months. Chris helped me to see that, instead of finding myself within the universe, I need to work back, and find myself within what I've made of myself; that I'm more simple than I've made myself. Meant in the best light, of course. Working backwards to move forwards. It's a deeply personal process, but I'd rather share it. I'd rather bounce ideas off real people than imaginary versions of my friends, which is all I'll have until I get my homework done.

Go Figure.

So that's all for now. I know, it's disjointed and not the best way to start, but it's all I've got. There's no way to ease into this mess, you have to jump in head first.